Moving, never still
Running, laughing, crying, flying
I ascend into the mist
I rise to greet the rainbow
Imagination is my world
Colors call to me
I cannot help but answer
A whisper
Only I can hear
Clouds drift over
Shapes change and grow
Then distort and break apart
Wisps of dreams
Quickly forgotten
Incidents sadly forgotten
Scenes fondly remembered
Summers of play
Full of wonder
Time was forever
And it’s gone


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